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 Posted: Sat Nov 22, 2008 3:11 pm
During the start of the 1930's in New York City, the mafia, at the height of its reign, was slowly beginning to publicly show its deep and rooted power within the city, even within the government. The Golden Lion as it was called was sinking its teeth slowly, but at the same, deep within the jugular of city. At this time only one family had a powerful chokehold over the city, but soon enough, other, smaller families wanted a piece of the pie. They began to tear within the belly of the beast, attempting to overthrow the Lion and take power for themselves. The streets were soon filled with the blood of the innocent. A deep imbedded anarchy filled the city, and from the once single dominant Golden Lion emerged the four families, each constantly feuding and bickering with one another to take supreme power over one another to be the true Don of New York city. The Golden Lion had been eradicated and the family in control had fled back to Italy, where they could slowly recuperate from their violent overthrow. Only a few possibly brave, or possibly stupid remained behind, hoping to regain the power they had once had. The four dominant families that remained, in order of their overall control, were the Di Ettore, Negri, De Romo, and Il Fentalli. Di Ettore was the once second in command to the original family, but soon realized that they were being played and chose to insight the rage of themselves into the other families. They are wonderful manipulators and only want things in the benefit of themselves, which is probably why they are in the greatest control over the city. The Negri family is one of great disdain to their once powerful leader, and now that they are free, they have found that they have been left even worse off by the Di Ettore's, for they had taken everything for themselves and left the other families with near nothing. The Negri family is one that holds within them great honor and intelligence. They had been fooled once, and refuse to have a repeat of the same. The De Romo family is one that had no real concept of what had happened to them, they are not very bright, but have a strange and uncanny aptitude for guille. They can be very sneaky and get into just about anything without any difficulty. Lastly, the Il Fentalli family has been in an uproar since the fall of the once great Golden Lion, and have let the rest of the families know of their rooted displeasure about the Di Etorre overthrow, realizing only too late that their knack for violence was only a piece of what the Di Ettore's had needed to get their wishes met. All the families were played by the Di Ettore's, but each of them is too stuck within a constant feud for one anothers land that none realize that the Di Ettore family is only gaining more power, the only family, the Negri's, have realized this and are trying to unite the families once more to overthrow the tyrannic reign of the Di Ettore's.
Back story by
~Lord Erichthonius~
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Posted: Sat Nov 22, 2008 3:18 pm
For now we will only populate one family and since I created this forum I get to be the god father. Also I will start my new system of rank rping in which the higher rank you are in the guild gets you the rank in the thread, this also allows for promotion within rp's so there is more modivation to post. We will be playing the part of Il Fentalli family for now.
Don: Vincent Fentalli (Lord Gemini)
Underboss: Crisoforo Fentalli (Lord Erichthonius)
Capos: (Captains and Veterans)
Thomas (Tommy) Angelo (Alucard Von Dracali)
Enforcers: (Literates)
Luca Montefeltro (York Freeman)
Soldari: (Semi Literates)
Associates: (Commons)
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Posted: Sat Nov 22, 2008 3:48 pm
Family Business Di Ettore's:Mid Town: They own Mid Town, no one else has any territory there. New Jersey: Jerred's Bakery The Rowan Hotel Little Italy: Taylor's Clothing Mickie's Pie Shop The Pit (Club) Brookyn: The Pallucci Club Ma's Bakery (Fentali) Negri's:New Jersey: Vinnie's Meat Shop Jenny's Bar Little Italy: They control most of it and what they do have they protect. Brooklyn: The Hight's Hotel Carrie's Pies Il Fentali's:Little Italy: The North Side Warehouse The Carrion Hotel Borghi's Palace (Club) Brooklyn: The Fentail's have most of Brooklyn and if anyone tries to advance they are met with extreame agression usually headed by Mr. Fentali himself. De Romo's:Little Italy: Frenchie's Whore House Ken's Bar New Jersey: The home of the De Romo's, they control a good portion but are met with opposition from the Negri's and the Di Ettore's
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Posted: Sat Nov 22, 2008 3:49 pm
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Family: Right now it should be obvious.
Weapons: Remember, this is the nineteen thirties so your weapons are tommy guns, colt 45's and things like that not special mega weapons of magic destruction.
Belongings: Like in the normal profile I want to see what your character keeps with him or her at all times to help define him or her.
Personality: It can be as blunt or as descriptive as necessary.
Description: A written description of your character and please go into detail but not to the point of making people sick after reading it.
Bio: I ask that this be a decent length only so that people have an idea of what you may do and also this is a great reference for you to look at should you either need an inspiration of something to talk about or to simply react in the way your character should in a certain type of situation.
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Posted: Sat Nov 22, 2008 3:54 pm
((Just repost from Switch's guild, because in here we'll actually be able to post.))
Vincent was a tall man, and a very powerful one at that. He was combing his hair with an obsidian comb he owned that looked like a switch blade. He had ordered three assassinations, an extortion, and two collections that morning and was waiting on Thomas, his trusted Capo, to return with news of how his operations went. He had assigned Luca to extort a Ma's Bakery, protected by the Ettore's. He was not going to do it alone of course, he had sent him with back up. Vincent walked out of his room and went down the stairs to his office where a fresh cup of coffee was waiting for him as per the norm. He began to read the newspaper as he drank his coffee.
((Alright then, this is the set up and now the both of you have jobs to do and will get to rp them, the assassinations are being taken care of by someone else and since my character is in the compound you two get to decide how things will go with your jobs, oh and Alucard, you basically get to collect money from rackets, and that can be fun or boring, whores are fun.))
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Posted: Sat Nov 22, 2008 11:38 pm
Already sitting at the table this morning and reading another paper, and on his third cup of coffee, Cristoforo looked up and greeted Vincent.
Cugino di buongiorno. Come siete oggi?
Pushing a plate with eggs, bacon, toast and coffee towards Vincent, , he welcomed his cousin to sit down at the table with him..
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CreepasaurusRex Vice Captain
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Posted: Tue Nov 25, 2008 3:38 pm
Vincent read the last line in the news and sat down. He sighed before speaking in his slick New York accent he had developed over the years."Never forget the old country ah? Our 'friend' is supposed to be here soon with news"Vincent began to eat rather slowly as he had not fully woken up yet.
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Posted: Tue Nov 25, 2008 4:36 pm
((Ah, but Vincent, he is already very late, it has been over an hour..))
Smiling at his cousin he looked back down to the paper, then up once more
Amperora, ma vincenzo, è già molto in ritardo. Ha avuto luogo durante un'ora… He better be here soon, I cannot stand to wait much longer Vincenzo...
Taking a long sip from his expresso, he put the empty cup down, and took a bite out of his sausage and eggs...
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CreepasaurusRex Vice Captain
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Posted: Tue Nov 25, 2008 6:05 pm
((It isn't like assassinations take two minutes Cristoforo. Besides, when was the last time you went to look after a job. Yes I realize you know Italian Chris, this is for everyone.))
Vincent took this slightly personally and with an edge in his voice the Italian began to pour out."Non è come prendere due omicidi minuti Cristoforo. Inoltre, quando è stata l'ultima volta che è andato a cercare un posto di lavoro dopo."Vincent finished his meal and cracked his neck, it was going to be a long day.
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Posted: Tue Nov 25, 2008 6:14 pm
((lol, I hope you do realize that this is a business as well, my cousin, and not just a shooting game... There are deadlines to be met, and it is my job to see that they are met... The last time I looked at a job was the last time you chewed me out for not doing mine.. Do not reprimand me for completing my end...))
Laughing mildly at this, Cristoforo looked at his cousin..
Spero che rend contoere che questo è un commercio pure, il mio cugino e non appena un gioco della fucilazione… Ci sono scadenze da incontrare ed è il mio lavoro vedere che sono incontrati… L'ultima volta che ho esaminato un lavoro era l'ultima volta lo avete masticato fuori per non fare la miniera. Non rimproverarlo per il completamento della mia estremità …
The last sentence Cristoforo put a more serious emphasis upon. Although he had the job to give jobs that he sees. It was not his job to go looking, he had other things to do, running the family under Vincent, for reference, was quite a job in and of itself...
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CreepasaurusRex Vice Captain
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Posted: Wed Nov 26, 2008 8:24 am
((Do not respond to this Chris, we need to wait for Alucard.
Here he comes, and with good news.))
Vincent was about to explode when the phone rang on the table. He picked it up and spoke into it for a moment. He then put it down and looked at Cristoforo, smirking."Qui egli giunge, e con una buona notizia."
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Posted: Wed Nov 26, 2008 11:57 am
Tommy did his normal heavy stride down the main strip. Not very many people knew who he was or who he worked for. He dressed in suit and tie, like many of the other people in the big apple. He was pretty generic. He made a right onto 1st Ave and walked into a simple restaurant. It was very, very different then the street. In the restaurant, the employees knew exactly who he was and exactly who he worked for. In fact, the hostess immediately turned and walked away. Tommy was used to it though and decided to play the innocent, "I'm your friend" role.
Standing in the front of the small restaurant, he called out, "So has serviced changed that much in a month? A customer walks in and everyone leaves?" There was silence in response. Listening to the silence, Angelo silently walked into the dining area and watched as the owner came out with a roll of cash in his hand. The owner thrusted out the money and greeted him, "Good Morning, Mr. Angelo. Can I help you in any way, sir? Would you like some coffee?"
Angelo just peered at the owner and then glanced at the roll of cash. Tommy delicately grabbed the roll with his thumb and fore finger and placed it in his left inside jacket pocket. He then looked back up at the owner, "No. I only go to places that welcome me." He paused, "SHE...," he pointed his finger directly at the hostess, "... did not welcome me and because of the actions here, your fee has now increased." The owners face was filled with anguish and Angelo placed a hand on his shoulder, "I hope you don't take this as a punishment. Think of it as a learning experience."
He left the restaurant and smirked. Placing the sunglasses back over his eyes, he stepped to the side of the entrance and pulled out a pocketsized notepad and a pen. He documented the money drop and placed it back in the pocket they came from. Taking a deep breath, he muttered, "One down..." Thomas turned to right and made his way to th next location.
Walking down the busy streets of NYC never got monotonous. New York had a way with people. You could turn your life around or you could turn your pocket inside out. It could make you or take you. Lucky for Tommy, he was far from turning his pockets. Angelo had the gangster stride that msot mobsters adopted in the 1930s. Weaving through the masses, he had a fairly blank mind. He had been running these routes for a long time and had stopped thinking a while back.
Rounding the last turn, he started preparing himself for the collection ahead. It was a bistro-esque establishment. To be honest, it wasn't anything noteworthy. It was a place that that family could suck dry. He stopped outside the front door and removed his sunglasses. After placing them in an inside jacket pocket, he pulled open the door and the bells jingled. The couple sitting at the counter must have remembered the date because they looked upset even before Angelo walked in. Before Tommy could speak a word, the man said, "We don't have the money."
Tommy paused, "So, you are saying you are trying to screw over Mr. Fentalli?"
"No, Mr. Angelo. I-"
"Are you trying to ******** Mr. Fentalli?" Tommy pushed through the door that lead behind the counter, "The only person that gets to ******** Mr. Fentalli is Mrs. Fentalli."
"NO! Mr. Angelo! Please, there has to be something!"
Tommy smiled and glanced up. A few minutes later, Tommy was being escorted upstairs by a busty blonde...
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Some time later, Angelo left and walked back to his Cadillac V16 4 Door All Weather Phaeton.. He drove it back to the family mansion. He rolled up to the gate. The guard walked out of the guard house and greeted Tommy. After speaking with him for a few minutes, the guard opened the gate and Angelo rolled up to the house. He rang the front door and a servant answered, "I'm here for Mr. Fentalli..."
"Yes, sir. Right away. Please follow me."
Tommy followed the man until he was let into the room where the Mr. Fentalli's were . Angelo walked in and addressed them, "Mr. Fentalli," and then the other Fentalli, "Mr. Fentalli."b]
He then approached Vincent and handed him the money collected, "They are getting more diffacult every day, but protection is protection, no?"
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Alucard von Dracali Vice Captain
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Posted: Wed Nov 26, 2008 12:36 pm
((By the way Alucard, I am using the Igoogle translator, great resource that.
See Cristoforo, what did I tell you.))
Vicent greeted Tommy and put out his ring. Tommy kissed it as was customary. Vincent then looked to Cristoforo and smirked.
"Vedi Cristoforo, che cosa ha fatto vi dico."Vincent turned to Tommy, a triumphant grin on his face.
"So Thomas, my friend, how did the jobs go this morning. Is Benny and his two brothers sleeping with the fishes, and how much did we make today?"
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Posted: Wed Nov 26, 2008 1:16 pm
Tommy kissed the ring and handed the money to him. Angelo then answered the question still standing, "The jobs went fairly well. I increased the fee on our restaurant because the hostess decided to run as I walked in so you should expect increased income from them. As for the coffee shop, they didn't have the money. They gave me what they could spare. They did, however," Tommy paused, "offer an alternative source of payment for the time being." Tommy smiled at the two brothers. he then continued on, "Moving on, we should have a considerable amount there. I'm pretty sure the fee increase covered our losses elsewhere. It should be close to the normal monthly income. Are you satisfied, Mr. Fentalli?"
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Alucard von Dracali Vice Captain
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Posted: Wed Nov 26, 2008 3:03 pm
Vincent nodded, he had expected as much. He thought for a moment and then addressed Tommy again.
"Thomas, that coffee shop has been experiencing some back times because the owner is drinking, he comes home, and from what I hear he beats his wife and daughter. Now as you know his son is one of us. His father is bad for business and I can't have the family see their father die, that wouldn't do. I'm going to have the son kill the father, he'll do it when I send him, the father will most likely be drunk and beating at six tonight. I am telling you this because you will be dropping by tomorrow to console the wife and daughter. I want you to give them two hundred dollars and lower their fee by five percent. That way business will pick up and they'll be more loyal to us. As for the restaurant, tell them I am going there tonight with my doll Evette. If she loves the food I'll lower the price. I will eat there at five thirty, during that time I expect the father to be dealt with and the family taken care of. When it's done report back to the restaurant. You'll most likely be done by six thirty or so."Vincent paused and looked at his watch.
"Oh and if Luca doesn't report back within the hour, kill him and do the damn extortion yourself, he should be done by now."Vincent sat back down and gave Cristoforo a look as if he was trying to say "are you happy now?"
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